VIDYUT’S POV 

The next few days, I didn’t bring up the wedding again. Not because I didn’t want to marry her—I did, desperately—but because I wanted her to recover fully first. Her health came before everything else.

I stayed home with her, doing most of my work from the study. I hardly ever took time off from the office, but for her, I would cancel the world. Still, one day, I had to go in for a full schedule of in-person meetings—things that couldn’t be done online. I told her the night before, comforting her the whole evening, knowing how attached she’d become to my presence.

We never slept together, not yet, she is kinda uncomfortable when I talk about sleeping together in bed but she’d fall asleep in my lap every night, curled up like a soft little kitten, and when she drifted off, I’d gently place her back in bed. That night was no different.

Next Morning

My day started early, like always. A session in the gym, followed by a cold shower. I was in the closet, buttoning my shirt, when I heard her murmuring faintly from the bed. Her voice made me freeze mid-motion.

“Arghhh, Bhagwaan ji, I told you na, please wake me up before my husban—Vani! He’s not your husband yet, so… Mr. Russo. But will he like it if I call him husband? Arghhh, why can’t I concentrate? I’m up now... I checked the bathroom too… It’s wet. That means he already showered… that means he left. I didn’t want him to go…”

She let out a dramatic sniff, trying to fake-cry, but I could hear the real ache behind it.

Inside, I was laughing.

She sounded like a distressed bunny—bolting out of bed to check the bathroom, now fake-sobbing into her hands like it was the end of the world. My silly, precious girl.

“Bhagwaan ji, not this time, please… You already took so much from me. Don’t take him. He takes care of me. I like him… He promised me he’d never leave, but now he’s gone without even saying goodbye…”

She was angry, insecure, and heartbreakingly adorable.

I pushed open the closet door and leaned against the frame with a smirk.
“Hi, rabbit.”

Her eyes widened like she’d seen a ghost. Then—whoosh—she dove under the blanket.

I couldn’t hold back my laughter.

I walked over and scooped her up, blanket and all, into my lap.
“Hi, wifey.”

She nuzzled into my chest like a shy bride. I tried to gently peel the blanket from her face, but she tugged it back.

“Vani, bacha… Let me see you.” I said controlling my laugh

“I’m shy,” she mumbled.

“Why?” my eyebrows arched

“You know why.”she said like a cute little baby

“No, I don’t. So tell me, wifey… why are you shy with your husband?” I teased her more

“Mr. Russo…” she muttered, burying herself deeper.

I smiled and coaxed her softly,
“If I don’t remove this blanket, you won’t be able to breathe.”

Slowly, I pulled it down, revealing her glowing face, cheeks warm with blush. But she still didn’t meet my eyes.

Awee… my shy little bacha.

“Don’t be shy with your husband,” I teased.
She tried to act brave, but couldn’t bring herself to look up.

“We’re not married yet,” she whispered.

Ah, so that’s the problem.

“We can go to church tonight.”

She looked up immediately, lips forming a pout.
“Why church?”

“For our wedding.”

“Are you Christian?”

“My mom was. So am I , Why? Do you have a problem?”

“No, but… I always dreamed of an Indian wedding.” she said as this will not going to happen

I chuckled.
“Then we’ll do both.”

“No no, it’ll be too expensive! I don’t even earn, and even if I did, it wouldn’t match your status…” she said with full of authority but it can't be last 2 secs also

Ah, my bunny wifey. Always thinking about saving my money.

If only she knew I’d already spent around two crores on her since she entered my life…

“You don’t have to do anything while I’m alive—and not even after that.”

My phone rang right then. I knew what the call was about, but I rejected it without a thought.

I turned back to her.
“Vani bacha, now can I go? Work’s calling.”

She looked up with that small frown.
“Yeah, but… when will you come back?”

“It’ll be late. You rest, eat properly. And if you really want to do something…” I paused, “Start thinking about our wedding. Make a list. Think about the clothes. The designs. All of it.”

Her eyes lit up like stars.
“That’s a good idea! But… are we really getting married?”

I leaned in and kissed her forehead.
“Of course, bacha. Start planning. Because we are getting married soon.”

And just like that, she was beaming.

I waved her goodbye and walked out—feeling like I was leaving half of my soul behind.

VANI’S POV

Today

Today, Mr. Russo decided we’d be finalizing a few things related to our marriage. We were in his study—me, of course, curled up in his lap. This man has an obsession with keeping me there. Not that I’m complaining… it’s become my favorite place too.

He looked at me with a small frown, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Vanii, what are you thinking?”
His tone was gentle but curious.

I quickly shook my head.
“Nothing.”

He didn’t push further and continued.
“Okay, so listen—my plan is we go to the church in the morning, and in the evening, we do the Indian wedding?”

I nodded slowly.
“Yeah, it’s a good idea… but—”

“But?” he prompted, eyes narrowing.

I hesitated.
“Indian weddings have… a lot of functions.”

He sighed and leaned his forehead against mine.

“Bacha, I’m really sorry. I wish I could give you all of that. But I don’t have a family. And honestly, I don’t know much about all those rituals—and neither do you. Besides, there are some things coming up on my end… complications I need to handle. That’s why I wanted you close. With me. So… can you adjust, just this once?”

I smiled softly and held his face in my palms.
“Yes… I can. I only want you. Nothing else.”

He exhaled, visibly relieved.
“So that means… no problem if it’s a quiet wedding?”

“What do you mean by quiet?” I tilted my head.

“Not exactly no one. My sister will be there. And our staff. My bodyguards. But… do you want someone else? Any friends?”

I shook my head immediately.
“No. Just… Malti Maa.”

“Malti Maa?” he repeated.

“She was… the house help when I used to live with mom and dad, she used to take care of me, she always tried to protect me . she is more like a mother to me than anyone else ever was.”

His expression changed. Firm. Serious.

“I’m sorry, bacha… we can’t invite her. She could become a security issue.”

I frowned.
“No. She’s not like that. She’s a good person. She’s all I have.”

His brows knit together, clearly torn.
“It’s not about her being good or bad. It’s about keeping you safe, your mom dad are selfish and they will try to do harm you with her or anything else I don't want any kind of these things it's our day rabbit let we enjoy ”

I looked away for a second, then met his gaze again. His eyes were firm — it meant there was no turning back now. But for him, I could adjust… for now, I just wanted him.
I loved Malti Maa — I always will — but I can't lose him either.

Without a word, I nuzzled my face into his neck. His hand gently rested on my waist, and in his warm, steady voice, he said:

“Vani, I’ve contacted a few wedding planners and decorators. My PA and the team will be here tomorrow. You can tell them everything — what you like, what kind of wedding you want, all your choices, okay?”

Wait— what does he mean? Is it only my wedding? Shouldn’t he also help?
Already nervous, and being an introvert, I still managed to ask meekly:

“And you...? Where are you going?”

He smiled gently and replied:

“I’m not going anywhere. I just want to give you your dream wedding… at least as much of it as I can.”

Ohhh, so that’s what he meant. Okay…

The next few days flew by — together, we planned every detail of the wedding. It felt like something out of a dream. Then came the big day — buying the wedding gown.

There were two: one traditional hindu , one Christian .

He took me to an expensive boutique, and the whole way I kept murmuring, “I’m only going to wear it once, what’s the point of wasting so much money?”
But his reply was always the same:

“Vani, shhh. You’re my wife. Let me spend on you.”

Before I could argue more, he dragged me inside.
There was no one else in the boutique.

Wait…
Did he seriously book the whole place? Again?!
Arghhh, what do I do with this man?

His antics — they make me feel so cherished, yet sometimes, so overwhelmed.

We sat together as the salesgirl started showing gowns. But I noticed something odd — her attention was more on him than the gowns or me.
What is she trying??
Excuse me, he’s my fiancé.
My husband in just a few days!

He was busy on his phone, probably caught up with work. Still, he glanced at me and said softly:

“Choose, bacha. I’ll be back in a second — it’s a work call.”

He smiled at me before stepping outside.
I turned to look at the salesgirl again — my eyes narrowing.
This shameless girl… she wasn’t even showing me the gowns properly. Her eyes were outside, following him.

I clenched my fists.
I didn’t know what to do, but I hated it — hated the way she was looking at him.
He’s the only person I have now… and she was staring at him like he belonged to her.

I glanced at him once more, still on that call… and she was still staring.
I couldn’t take it anymore. Without a word, I walked out of the store.
I didn’t want to stay there. Not even for a second.

My face fell as I stepped out. I didn’t check if Vidyut noticed or not.
I just stood there, right outside the boutique — because honestly, I didn’t know where else to go.
I waited silently, hoping he’d end the call soon.

Five minutes later…

His call disconnected.

His eyes finally landed on me.

“What happened, rabbit? Why did you come out? I was just coming to you…”
His voice was warm, but I said nothing. I didn’t even look at him.

He took a step closer and gently asked again,
“Rabbit, are you upset that I came out? That I didn’t help you choose?”
Still… silence.
Then softly, he said,
“Say something, rabbit?”

That’s when I finally looked up at him. Tears shimmered in my eyes as I muttered,

“That girl… she was just looking at you. Only you. And I couldn’t even stop her…”

He stared at me for a second — first confused — and then… he burst into a soft laugh.
“Are you jealous?” he asked, amused.

My eyes widened in shock.
“No! It’s… it’s not like that!” I stammered, my face puffed up in embarrassment.
I stomped my foot in frustration, and he immediately pulled me into his arms, wrapping his hand around my waist.

With a loving smirk, he whispered,
“Rabbit, you are so cute.”

Still angry at that girl, but flustered by his words, I let him lead me to the car.
And even though my heart was still simmering with jealousy…
a part of me couldn’t stop smiling inside.

VIDYUT’S POV 

As we returned home, I led her to our room — our quiet, peaceful little world.
She looked distant, her thoughts clearly elsewhere.

I sat down and gently pulled her into my lap, wrapping my arms around her.

“What happened? You were quiet the whole way.”
I asked softly, brushing her hair back.

She looked up at me with that tiny pout, frustration flickering in her eyes like a little spark.

“You didn’t care... that girl kept looking at you,” she muttered, voice barely above a whisper.
“She was… she was drooling over you.”

I bit my cheek to stop myself from laughing — but damn, she was adorable.

“Ohhh?” I teased, pretending to be surprised, still trying to hold back my grin.

Her brows furrowed more, her nose scrunched in that cute, angry way.
“You don’t care, Mr.Russo,” she said, crossing her arms.
“You didn’t even notice! I hated it!”

Now I was laughing. And that only made her more dramatic.

She puffed her cheeks and said with a grumble,
“You’ll understand when someone looks at me like that someday!”

The smile froze on my face.

Those words — they struck something inside me.
A deep, primal protectiveness.
A violent possessiveness.

My jaw tensed. My arms tightened around her.

No.
No man will ever get to look at her like that.
Ever.

I looked straight into her eyes.

“Vani,” I said, voice low and fierce, “don’t ever say that again. No man — not one — gets to look at you the way I do. You are mine. I am yours. If anyone even tries to look at you, they’ll remember who you belong to.”

But before I could go further, I saw it — the fear.
A flicker in her eyes. She wasn’t used to this world, this fire.
She was delicate… but she was mine.

And I’d protect her from everything — even from the weight of my own intensity.

Her voice turned soft. Fragile. But honest.

“I don’t want anyone… except you.”

I closed my eyes and pulled her close, kissing her forehead as gently as I could.

---

Later that day, I called the designer for her gowns.
She was shy, hesitant — but I knew how to pull her out of that shell.
A little urging, a little understanding giving her comfort that no one will judge , and she finally gave her input.

And what a surprise — her taste?
Elegant. Soft. Charming.
Just like her.

We finalized two gowns — one traditional, one modern.

Next came the rings.

Platinum bands.
Her ring: a flawless 5-carat solitaire.
And the mangalsutra — gold, simple yet rich, black beads with a diamond locket that held two perfect stones.

Everything was almost done.

The day before the wedding arrived.
We felt it — that strange, floating feeling.
It didn’t feel like everything was changing, because we were already living as one.

But tomorrow…
Tomorrow our bond would have a name.

And I had something else planned too —
For that principal.
And Vaishya.

They tried to break her.
Tried to humiliate my wife.

Tomorrow, they’d pay.

Painfully.

I was still in my study, pretending to work. Honestly, I just liked being near her.
My rabbit was sketching something on a canvas — a wedding gift from her to us.
She'd bought shading pencils and everything.

Every stroke she made on that canvas…
It felt like love in a physical form.

Then — suddenly — a voice shattered the calm.

“VIDYUT! Come down, you fool! You fixed your marriage without telling me?!”

It was Malvika.

I looked up.
Vani looked at me, eyes wide with worry.
She was scared of Malvika — I knew that.

But I took her hand gently.

“Come with me.”

And we began descending the stairs, step by step — her fingers curled tightly into mine.

As we walked down the stairs, I saw her —
Malvika — standing in the center of the living room, arms folded, eyes blazing.

But she wasn’t looking at me.

She was staring straight at Vani.

I instinctively stepped in front of my rabbit, shielding her.
From behind me, she peeked timidly, her fingers tightening around mine.

Malvika’s voice sliced through the silence.

“Did you even think to consult me about your marriage?”

The truth?

No. I didn’t.
And I wasn’t going to sugarcoat it.

“First… calm down,” I said, keeping my tone even.
“Let’s go to my study. We’ll talk there.”

She gave Vani one last look before turning toward the study.
I felt Vani flinch behind me.

I turned to her, cupped her hand, and spoke softly,
“Don’t take any stress over this, rabbit. We’re getting married — nothing is going to stop that.”

I rubbed the back of her hand gently, then kissed her forehead.
“Go to our room, hmm? Finish that gift for us. I’ll handle this.”

She gave me a tiny nod, still worried, but trusting.

I turned and walked into the study.

---

Malvika was already inside, pacing — and her eyes were on Vani’s things.
The books she’d placed on the side table, her little pouch, her slippers neatly tucked beside the armchair.
Her presence was everywhere now… just like she was in my heart.

Malvika turned to me.

“Are you really going to marry her?” she asked.

I nodded without hesitation.

She inhaled deeply, as if steadying herself.

“Do you… love her?”

My gaze didn’t waver.

“Yes.”

She stared at me, silence hanging in the air for a few seconds before she spoke again.

“Did you… check her medically? I mean, is there—”

That was it.

“Malvika.” I cut her off sharply.

I took a step forward and met her eyes.

“I know you're protective. I know you and uncle took care of me after I lost my parents. I owe you for a lot — and I’ll never forget that.”

“But this… this is my life.”

“I’ve done all the checks — yes, even the chip scans. She’s clean. She's real. She's mine.”

“And I’m warning you — this is the last time I’ll tolerate anything against her.”

“I know you're coming from a place of concern, but enough is enough. She's going to be my wife — and one more word against her, and I won’t be quiet about it again.”

There was silence.

And then…

Malvika's expression softened.

She gave a small smile — unexpected.

“I just needed to see… if you were serious.”
“If you really loved her or If this was just a passing phase or something real. Because you’ve never fallen in love before, Vidyut. Never.”

She walked toward me, then added gently,
“But you did. You really did.”

She smiled and placed a hand on my shoulder.

“Congratulations, Vidyut.”

Then… she hugged me.

For a moment, I didn’t move. I was stunned.
But I slowly returned the gesture.

Relief washed through me like cold water in fire.

Maybe… just maybe… she’s finally accepted it.

And my rabbit?

・。.・゜✭・

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